Bursdagsskål

Vi gikk hjem fra fest første kvelden, og bort til skolen hver dag etter. Akkurat slik som skolevei-venninnene vi hadde da vi var seks, bare at leiende hender og blomster til mamma var byttet ut med halvliters termokopper presskannekaffe og kamerabager. Vi gikk og gikk. Og da ble vi kjent.

Ina er kuul fordi hun har fargerike solbriller, hjemmelaget tilbehør og knesokker.

Ina er tøff fordi hun gjør ting på sin måte.

Ina er snill fordi hun er like glad i Skipper som meg.

Ina er flink fordi hun kan lage vaffler.

Ina er morsom fordi hun ikke kan poppe pocorn ordentlig.

Ina er lilla.

Ina er geek fordi hun bruker hundrevis av Google´s applications.

Ina er trønder fordi hun sier sjøh og læll.

Ina er  positiv fordi hun smiler.

Ina er barnslig fordi hun lager smykker.

Ina er konge fordi hun er Ina.

=)

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Stephen Chbosky

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year that Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.

Repeat

Jeg har mista mobilen.

Med sim-kort og alt.

Oh-ooh.

Supriiiised.

Ønskeliste

Ja det er tidlig, men noen ting har leverings-tid.

ANGST

Kameraet mitt funker ikke.

Alltid pupper på forsiden til vg.no.

Jeg spiste en Grandiosa Pizzasnurr på søndag fordi jeg var sliten og sulten og den var gratis og kom rett fra ovnen. Rett-i-koppen suppa jeg spiste i lunsjen i dag inneholdt 1% kylling. Avhengig av forbrenningen min har jeg kanskje spor etter en av de tre kjøttbitene og den ene prosenten i kroppen enda. Og hva med den dårlige samvittigheten? skal du si. Den er overraskende ikke-eksisterende.

Hva skjer med verden? Finanskrise, Gaza, skolemassakre, hijab og Ingrid som avveggetariseres? Nei nå har det gått for langt. På tide å kjøre El-bil.

En gang til?

JAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

“TIL NORWEGIAN WOOD.

Han er en av dagens virkelig store, mytiske rocke-personligheter. Han har foredlet rockepoesien, utvidet rockens univers som historieforteller og foredlet rockeuttrykkets dramaturgi. Uten å inngå et eneste kunstnerisk kompromiss, men ved å dyrke og grave i sitt eget intense forhold til religion, død, kjærlighet og vold, har han høstet enorm kommersiell suksess.

NICK CAVE er verdenstjerne, bejublet rocker og tung litterat.”

Tegnebrett

Høy på C-vitaminer

Jeg elsker appelsinjuice. Bare spør mamma, hun kjører rundt i hele byen for å finne den riktige sorten. Jeg har nemlig funnet ut hvilke som er best. Appelsinjuiceleksjon nr. 1:

Men den aller beste er Q sin, men den finner jeg nesten ingen plasser…

Snart skal jeg teste hva Ungarn har å by på! Følg med!!! (er ikke appelsinjuice Spennende??)